The big, red-carpeted banquet hall seemed to have shrunk. CNC was growing and we started to look for a new place to meet. Our family also needed a new place to live. We had already stepped up our budget to move from Mussoorie to Kalkaji and now looking around, we realised that we were going to have to step up our budget a whole lot more to get what we needed; both for CNC and ourselves.
Our stay in Kalkaji hadn’t ended that well. We caught our landlord stealing our electricity. A very common practice, we discovered. The mass of webbed electrical wires attached to power lines was proof of that. We were still learning about India’s “shame culture” and because we didn’t want to shame him, we pretended we thought his electrician had made a “terrible mistake.” He nodded in agreement when Tony suggested he deduct some of our rent to cover that mishap.
We finally found the perfect place for our family; N-7, Kailash Colony. We literally gasped when we saw the flat. The kitchen had cupboards, there was a vine with pink flowers covering the front of it and it was on a corner plot which made it very light. Tony claimed the corner room for his study before we even knew it was ours. I had never seen him so desperate to have a place 🙂 We instantly loved the landlords, Mr and Mrs Sondhi. We could tell by their polite, happy servants that they were kind people. It was more than we could afford but we were prepared to take the risk. The lease was signed and we moved in. Every day we were amazed at the beauty of the place God had blessed us with. (Tony cried when he played his guitar and worshipped on that first morning in his beautiful new study.)
We also found a flat in E-127, GK 1, which we used as a church house. Fideles, Bianca and their two girls Felicia and Angel, and Sharon John and Cheryl (a young girl from South Africa) lived there and hosted many a rowdy, happy house meeting. We would open all the windows and worship our hearts out. Surprisingly, there were no complaints from the neighbours.
It was the first of many moves CNC- Delhi would make. The first of many..